Friday, October 31, 2008
BUT - more than that, it's probably going to be the most radical day because of the following reasons:
1. I am dressing up as a pirate for work tomorrow. I'm going to look arrrgghsome.
2. We have a four hour meeting tomorrow morning. Translation: I get to sit around and drink Starbucks for four hours.
3. We are having a Pot Luck for lunch tomorrow. Translation: I get to stuff my face with food that other people made for me, which is pretty much one of my favoritest things to do ever.
4. We are having a Halloween party for our kids tomorrow (I work with kids). While this doesn't automatically mean candy that I can steal from trusting and unsuspecting persons of a minimal age (a lot of my clients are GFCF), it does mean hilarious and super-cute costumes.
5. J-Dawn (that's a cool nickname for him, right? Plus, I just got done listening to PM Dawn and so this as good as it's going to get for 11:22 pm on a Thursday night) is coming to my place of employment tomorrow to help out with our Halloween party. I'm super pumped for him to meet my clients...I seriously have some of the cutest, most hilarious kids in the world, and he will be the first one outside of work to actually meet them in person. One of them has already asked if J-Dawn will show him his moves at the dance party. I told him he couldn't handle his moves. Then he asked me when we were going to play Duck-Duck-Goose, so I guess that meant Conversation: Over.
6. My costume. It's not as bomb-diggity as I was hoping it would turn out to be (did you know that when you cut a $5 wig in half, it falls apart? Oh, you did, huh? Thanks for being around tonight before I figured it out, assholes) but I'm still pretty sure it's going to be an ass-kicking delight to wear.
7. The parties tomorrow night. Karah & Chelsea's party is the big one, and then there will be some hitting of other parties in Uptown. I'm going to be really drunk.
Check back for pictures in about four months!!!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
That's how we say hello in British.
Anyway, I have a LOT of posts coming your way - the rest of the blogger survey, some pics and stuff from this past weekend, a very special birthday poem for a very special birthday girl, and some other assorted randomness that I haven't thought of yet.
BUT - it's 9:37pm. I still have a workout (Jackie Warner is kicking MY ASS. I wanna kill her, but I wanna get her abs first. And then I'll kill her) and subsequent showa to git to, A COSTUME TO PREPARE FOR FRIDAY NIGHT THAT JUST MIGHT BE THE MOST KILLA ONE YET, and I also got the third book in the Twilight trilogy from the library yesterday so I'm pretty obsessed with that.
So we'll see if you guys win out.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
"Mom: How do I unfriend on Facebook?
Me: What, you only have like 8 friends, who do you want to get rid of.
Mom: That’s really none of your business, and I have 40 friends thank you very much.
Me: That’s right, Dad has 8 heheh
Mom: Not for long!"
- From Postcards From Yo Mama
Image courtesy of Busted Tees, link on index to the left
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Stay tuned for the next installments, and watch carefully: You're going to have some preeetttty big shoes to fill when it's your turn.
And it will be.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
[Courtesy of the lad Oliver]
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
And you love it.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Because, when I put some lingerie on, there's nothing I like better than standing on the riverbank, too. Or the white house. Whichev.
If you're in the market for classy, you're in the market for Denny Scott.
Why do I get the feeling that most of these ladies (with the exception of one...look closely, she's hard to spot) had these pictures taken with the express purpose of sending them to their "boyfriend" from MySpace?
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
I sent this postcard to my mom the other day. She didn't respond to it. But that's because she's following the point, right?
1. "Unfortunately I don’t have your original birth certificate. Something told me I’d given it to you, and when I found the envelope in your file it had a note that said, “Daughter took original birth certificate on 7/18/04.” I think you needed it for something when you started work at your new job. I have a copy but I don’t think that will help you in this case. Sorry I can’t help you get back to the U.S. Do you like the Canadian office, do you think they would give you a permanent job since you’ll be stranded there for eternity? Just kidding."
2. "I bought some baby clothes for you today.
I know you aren’t pregnant, but I thought that maybe if I bought the clothes it would work in reverse…like I could will you to get knocked up.
Are you knocked up? Tell that husband of yours to get busy. I want you two sexing it up like rabbits.
PS: Your father is getting a vasectomy."
1. Me: I was sorting through my closet today and I thought it’s kind of funny that I have “vacation clothes” and “date clothes” when I neither date nor vacation.
Mom: Really??? Do you have “work clothes” and “gym clothes” in there too??? HA HAHHA HA HAHA AHAH A.
Me: Not funny
Mom: Sorry, I couldn’t resist "- From Postcardsfromyomomma
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
"Charlie Kratzer decorated the walls of the basement in his south Lexington, Kentucky home with $10 worth of Sharpie markers. The walls started as a cream color, but are now illustrated with fictional detectives Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes, Winston Churchill lounging with George Bernard Shaw — and the TV squirrel Rocky and his less adroit moose pal Bullwinkle. Kratzer is a lawyer by day, but in his off hours he is a man who has taken the artistic influences and heroes of his life and imagined them onto his walls."
Visuals here. 360 degree visual here.
And on a more practical note...who's going to be able to dress up as the Olson twins for Halloween and actually pull it off?! Midgets? 2nd graders?!
I kinda hate PETA. From a psychology standpoint, their methods are all wrong. Attack campaigns are not going admonish your personal target into following your rules or ideals...if anything, you're only demonizing your cause. From a personal standpoint, I find the public attacks and self-righteous verbal abuse disgusting. Don't get me wrong: I have my views on animal cruelty and meat consumption. My methods of education, however, differ quite a bit from PETA's. For one, I'm not solely focused on bullying people just so my choir can feel more justified in their life choices.
Case in point - let's go after the Olson twins. Frankly, I find the Olson twins extremely unnerving and I don't advocate their use of leather, fur, or other animal-based products in their clothing ensembles, but I also doubt that they're going to see this site and be super bummed about it. And really, let's hate on the Olson twins because the world is being so misguided over how lovable and endearing they are. FAIL.
Monday, October 06, 2008
I asked Ang and Coco to carve a pumpkin in my likeness. I can only assume that they directed Ioannis on this one in order to honor that request.
Before I decided to go up north this weekend to attend to a family matter, I was planning on attending this party. Let's count off three of my favorite things in the entire universe, shall we?
It's like my dream party, come true. But I missed it.
Oh well. Guess I'm just gonna have to carve some porno Jack O'Lanterns while drinking by myself. Is that better because it's creepier, or worse? I can't decide.
Photo courtesy of Afterglide
Scared of heights and walking on glass, I asked the photographer what was the worst reaction he had seen on the Skybridge, when he responded, "This one."
- In a similar vein of Overheard, White Whine, PostSecret, and Six-Word Memoirs, here is One Sentence ("True stories, told in one sentence").
PS - if you already have your own personal Six-Word Memoir, click on the corresponding link to submit it for (consideration of) inclusion in the next book.
[thanks to Bauschy for the connect]
Image courtesy of Busted Tees, link on the index.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Saturday, October 04, 2008
E-mail I got today -
"Oh, I see how it is...now that your boyfriend's gone for a couple of weeks NOW you can spend your time posting a bunch of stuff on your blog."
Yes. That is exactly how it is. When real people are around me, I don’t need the internet as much. All apologies for that.
Friday, October 03, 2008
I posted about this a couple of years ago but now that I actually know people who are having babies, I thought I should resurface it once again. There's this super rad label out there called "Rockabye Baby". It takes songs from artists like Coldplay, Led Zepplin, Radiohead, and Nirvana, then transforms them into lullabies using instruments like glockenspiels and vibraphones.
BUT - it doesn't just have to be for the babies. After all, they're basically just cute ( if you're lucky) little breathing blobs until they're 6 months old, so whadda they know about good music? Henceforth, the albums also make excellent veg music or background noise for those of us who are uncomfortable sleeping in total silence. And why is that, you may ask? The answer: Zombies.
You can listen to music clips and order the albums here.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
I've been best friends with Katy for about, oh, let's say a million years. In that span of time I've gotten to know her family, including her little sister Molly and Molly's husband Monty.
Molly and Monty are great people. Molly is smart, determined, and driven. Monty is easy-going, friendly and hilarious. But I have to be honest...they are not my people. I mean that in this way: They like doing stuff like biking. And hiking. And running. And sometimes they do all three. For fun. Obviously, we have little in common with each other.
But, I still love reading Monty's blog. He has this great combination of goofy humor and dry wit, and he talks about their lifestyle in Oregon in ways that makes me want to become a wine-drinking, cross country skiing, meat-eschewing, hummus-eating hippie, too.
Just kidding. I will never want to go cross country skiing.
Picture courtesy of Busted Tees. Link on the index to the right ( I'm not gonna enable your laziness by linking to it twice).
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
The other weekend the Old Skool Crew and I attended a benefit for (Katie) Carmine's sister, Jenny. On her blog, she writes:
"The Monday before Thanksgiving I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I can’t tell you what a surprise it was to hear that! I am only 36 and pregnant, it didn’t seem possible."
Because of the cancer, she delivered her daughter, Echo, at 34 weeks, and had to have one of her breasts removed (she will also have the other breast removed in a future surgery to help prevent the 30 percent chance of the breast cancer returning).
The benefit for her was amazing: The silent auction, raffle, and turn out of attendees was a raging success. Her friends did such an excellent job of organizing all of it, and there were a lot of tear-inducing speeches at the end of the night. Our friend Sayge won the silent auction for the band that played for the event - she's going to throw an anniversary party (she and her husband got married last year), charge five dollars at the door, and donate all proceeds to Jenny. I love my friends.
One of the coolest parts of the benefit was reading excerpts of her blog on CaringBridge.com. Reading about cancer is not really high on a lot of people's lists, but Jenny writes her account of her diagnosis, treatment, and recovery in a way that's illuminating but also relatable. My favorite part was what she wrote around the time when she first started to lose her hair:
"Why is it always about our hair? In my opinion, I think you can tell a lot about someone by their hairstyle. It’s a way to show people part of our personality without saying anything. By not having any hair it won’t show people who I am, so they will have to look at my clothes. I’m wearing pregnancy clothes so that won’t do them any good. I think people’s first instinct will be that poor girl is pregnant with cancer and who wants to be pitied. It’s not about what people think about you, it’s about being who you are and I guess with out hair this will be who I am for a while."
You can check out Jenny's story on CaringBridge.